The voice was indeed a woman's laughter, a silver bell-like laughter.

I turned around, and I saw a beautiful blonde woman in a short purple dress on the dance floor, hooking her shoulders with a man, dancing what seemed to be a Latin dance.

The man, with his back to me, I couldn't see the guy's face clearly.

But the blonde woman who was facing me seemed to be Mary!

I rubbed my eyes, yes, this is Mary! But why does she seem to be different? She had become a little debauched and bewitching, and the dancing movements were wild and open, and there seemed to be no such innocent taste at all, and it was no wonder that I didn't recognize her at first sight.

I want to go up and stop Mary. However, my feet seem to be stained with all-purpose glue, and I just can't move. It was as if I had a bitter pill in my throat, and I couldn't make a sound.

At this time, I noticed that Mary, who was dancing, was laughing again, and laughing wildly. She seemed to be amused by the man's words, and there was a kind of bohemian taste in that smile, as if there were only the two of them here, and there was no one around.

I wasn't far from her, but she didn't look at me at all. I don't know why, but seeing her dancing with that man, my heart was like a rain, gloomy and damp.

Should I rush over? However, at this juncture, I flinched again.

Wasn't it just to find her that I had walked so hard along the way? However, now that she is close at hand, I am inexplicably timid? Why, why is that?

I was hesitating when suddenly, the door outside the bar was slammed open!

A chubby woman with a wide cross-section rushed in with a huff! She rushed straight to the middle of the dance floor and pulled the man who was dancing with Mary away.

"What are you doing, and you still want to be shameless?" She yelled at Mary and the man.

However, although Mary and the man were separated by the fat woman, neither of them said a word.

"Slut, you dare to seduce my husband, are you Pan Jinlian?" Suddenly, the fat woman slapped Mary in the face.

The slap sounded as if it had hit me in the face.

I was stunned for a moment, and then I looked around, and those people were all frozen, all of them motionless.

No, they are not frozen, but frozen, like clay sculptures! No, it should be said that it is a "wax figure" in general!

At this point, I was stunned. Just now, these people were still talking and laughing, why did they become wax figures in the blink of an eye?

Suddenly, Mary covered her face, leaned down, and began to cry. The cry sounded bleak.

And what about the man who danced with Mary? What's he doing?

I saw that the man was still facing away from me, motionless, as if he had also become a wax figure or a clay figure.

This time, I couldn't take it anymore.

My beloved woman was so humiliated by this fat woman? It's worth it!

So, I screamed.

"Stop, don't hit her!"

However, the fat woman did not seem to hear my cry, but lifted the elephant's leg and kicked Mary, who was already crouching on the ground. Mary didn't resist, just covered her face and continued to cry.

This time, I'm completely annoyed, I have to teach this fat woman a lesson!

So, I rushed over and tried to push the fat woman away!

However, when I pushed the fat woman, I found that I was pushing as if I was pushing on a cloud of air, soft and fluttering. What's going on? Why can't I touch her?

I rushed past the fat woman and almost fell off the dance floor.

I stopped, and when I turned around, I saw that the fat woman had put her foot on Mary's hair, which had fallen to the ground, and was muttering all sorts of nasty words, and even some English swear words mixed in with it.

I was angry, and I hit the fat woman's back again, and I punched it.

However, the fist actually went out of the fat woman's body!

Oh my God, what's going on?

I kicked the fat woman up and down, but she was like a cloud of transparent air, and I couldn't reach anything.

At this point, I was stunned.

Could it be that this fat woman is a ghost, a ghost without a body?

If she's a ghost, then, what are the other people here?

I turned my head and looked at the man who had been standing there motionless, the man dancing with Mary.

I didn't recognize this man, I didn't have any impression at all, and at this moment, he frowned, drooped his mouth, stared blankly at the ground, and did not move.

"What the hell, are you a puppet?" I got angry and rushed forward.

However, when I got closer, I froze.

This motionless man is really a puppet! No, it's a wax figure!

Oh my God, what's going on?

I looked at the people in this bar again, and I didn't expect that each of them was a wax figure like this man! Although they look like real people, they are all motionless, exuding the breath of death.

Could it be that Mary she, she is also a wax figure?

I looked back, only to find that the fat woman was gone. In the middle of the dance floor, Mary fell to the ground, her face lying on the ground, only her stray blonde hair still fluttering.

"Mary, Mary!" I rushed forward and picked Mary up.

She slowly raised her head, but when I saw her face, I screamed!

The screams swept through the bar, piercing the silent night sky.

Mary, my Mary, she, she turned into a doll, the same one on the second floor of the cabin!

The doll's eyes were open, and a green light flashed through it. It grinned blood-red and seemed to be smiling at me.

I couldn't take it anymore, so I screamed and rushed out of the bar.

It's horrible, it's not a bar at all! This is a terrifying wax museum!

I rushed out of the distance, and suddenly, I heard the melodious sound of the saxophone again. That song is still "Coming Home".

I stopped and turned my head, only to find that the lonely café was still behind me, and the lights were still on.

It turned out that what I had just seen was just another hallucination.

Even so, I didn't dare to go back to that café.

So, I ran away from here and ran towards the thick white fog ahead.

I followed the same path back, and on the way, I saw the abandoned merry-go-round, which was still in this square, and it looked particularly lonely and desolate. I passed the fountain again, and looked at the statue again, but strangely enough, although the statue was still there, the pillar between the women was gone.

I don't bother with that, anyway, it doesn't matter to me whether it's a hallucination or a dream.

If this is really a dream, this dream must be long, long, and even, can be done for a lifetime.

However, who can guarantee that his life is not also dreaming? How much is the difference between reality and dreams?

Now I can only continue in this endless long dream, all the way on, until I find the ultimate answer to this "dream".

Mary, 21 Ping An Street, was undoubtedly the key to solving the mystery of this dream.

I left the square and walked along this street, which is Ping'an Street, ready to walk forward.

The street was empty and cold at this time, and in the thick fog, there was a smell of coldness and dead silence. Occasionally, a cold wind blows, blowing up the yellow leaves that have fallen on the side of the street. Those leaves, like lonely ghosts with nowhere to return in the night, drifted and floated in the wind.

At this time, I was also like a lonely ghost, floating and floating on the foggy street where I couldn't see the camera.

This Ping'an Street seems to be more likely to be called "Taiping Street", that's right, the Taiping of the "morgue". Because, here, it's really quiet, just like the dead silence in the morgue.

The stone houses on both sides were looking at me coldly. I looked at them, too, but all I could see was the sign on the door.

After walking for a while, I finally found the street sign. Strangely, this sign is still placed in the middle of the road, just like I saw on the "Yin and Yang Road" before.

"Ping'an Street", these cold words on the street sign tell me: I am not far from Mary's home.

However, at this time, the excitement I had at the beginning had been suppressed, and it was more of a fear, tension and sadness of the unknown.

But why am I grieved? I do not know.

I seem to be getting closer to the final mystery, but at this time, I will be inexplicably sad?

At this moment, in the fog ahead, something slowly appeared, which seemed to be some kind of shadow.

I stopped, and my breath froze.

In the fog on the other side, a deep voice came faintly, as if someone was sighing lowly.

My pores stood up, my eyes widened, and I looked nervously ahead, but my hands were shaking.

Suddenly, out of the thick fog, something slowly came out.

Yes, it was indeed not a person, but it was not a thing either, but a brute!

A three-headed dog slowly walked towards me!

Its eyes were glowing with a faint blue color, and its mouth was still spitting out that deep voice.

Three-headed dog? I froze.

The three-headed dog spotted me too, and it stopped, its wolf-like eyes staring straight at me. It stopped making a sound, and the street was dead silent again!

Oh no, I'd better run!

So, I turned around, spread my legs, and ran the way I had just come!

However, I hadn't run a few steps before I suddenly braked suddenly!

Ahead, suddenly a bunch of barricades appeared, blocking my way!

A red light is placed in the middle of the road, which looks particularly dazzling in the fog, and on the road, a sign, there is also a big red text written - "The road is collapsing, no traffic"!

It's strange, when I came here just now, it didn't seem like I had any of these things? When did this come about?

I still didn't give up, ran to the barricade and looked ahead.

However, when I saw this, I was stunned.

I saw that behind these barricades, the road, the road I had just come from, had been broken!

That's right, this road has been cut off by the waist! In the middle of the road, there was a deep pit more than ten meters wide, which was bottomless, like a cliff.

There's no way I'm going to jump through here, and there's no other way to get around. In the distance, the square I came to just now was at the other end of this deep pit, but it was blocked by this deep ditch, as if it were another world.

I had to turn my head again and find that the three-headed dog had also run over and stopped less than ten meters away from me.

It was still staring at me coldly, and suddenly it leaned down again, clawing at the ground with a stabbing sound, like a butcher sharpening his own knife!

Oh no, is it going to attack me······